guydeboredom

If I could only be a tourist but we live here now.

If it weren’t for social media I’d have forgotten you exist.

That makes me a creep I guess. Still hope you’re ok.

So tired of seeing myself through your eyes.

We’re living lives in tiny boxes on little screens.

Every #positivity, every #blessed is a cry for help.

If I had the money I would log off forever.

Dear algorithm: I hate my friends. Please assign me new ones.

If I were even half the person I pretend to be online.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in the show trials when the revolution comes.

Yet another day of prostituting myself on social media for the promise of human connection.

Being constantly surveilled gives my life meaning. I matter!

When I’m not online I don’t exist.

No touching the food till the money shot!

Like, share, and follow! That I may seek meaning through monetization.

The pose can’t look too posed! I need to be “authentic.”

Not pretty enough to post. Not stupid enough to comment.